Michael Koelliker

Rookie - 0 Points (August 26th,1991 / Victorville, California)

Sleep - Poem by Michael Koelliker

Sands of Time appear,
The Death of Life is near.
Only to renew,
When the Day bring the dew.

Sleep is a bottomless hole.
It buries you like the mole.
The sands are as black as coal.
They may burn your soul.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 1, 2008

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